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Tail, Part 10
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Summary: Following an extended disappearance, Ryan develops a growing tail, which reveals the ability to ingest things, produce things, and act of its own accord. Contains: Male: pregnancy, breast expansion, alien impregnation, tail, stuffing, weight gain, birth.
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Ryan waddled back to the kitchen table and gripped the back of a chair with his hands. He watched on regretfully as the tail dove into the remainder of the casserole, sucking it down expeditiously, and then helping itself to his parents leftovers as well. He whimpered as his belly tightened uncomfortably.
Once the casserole was finished, Ryan pulled out the chair and plopped himself down into it. He yelped at the impact of his belly colliding with his lap. He stared at the way his belly protruded entirely from his shirt.
To Ryans disgust, the head of the tail swung down, and began to caress his belly. More of that strange, sticky drool began to pour onto Ryans taut skin, before the tail began to nudge and rub at him, attempted to spread as much of the goo as it could over the surface of Ryans flushed skin.
Ryan wrinkled his nose and tried to wipe the goo off, but the tail nudged his hand quite roughly. Ryan could only stare as the tail continued its bizarre massage of his flesh, and somehow it was comforting. It felt pleasant, his tight skin soothed by the administration of the cool goo. Ohhh Ryan groaned out, leaning back in his chair, so that his belly pushed out even farther. He looked due with twins, perhaps bordering on resembling a triplet-pregnancy, his belly wider than he was. It didnt help that he had been so slim from the start.
That feels good Ryan mumbled idly, not sure if he had condescended to actually talking to the tail, though quite certain that he was losing his mind. He still couldnt figure out what was happening to him, and yet had a strange lack of concern as things continued to progress. A normal person would be panicking. A normal person would seek out help. Ryan felt his eyelids sink, and right there, he began to doze.
At the sensation of the tail slipping into his shirt, and shifting its ministrations to his chest, Ryans eyes snapped open. His face reddening, his tried to wiggle himself away. No dont he managed, trying to swat the tail off, but it swung from his reach adeptly.
Ryans face reddened more as the tail continued its foul massage, and it was almost violating, or Ryan would have determine it was, were it not one of his body parts massaging another. He squirmed as he felt a sensation of suction and suddenly it felt as though his nipples were being sucked. Ryan grunted quietly, his gender swelling in his pants. The mouth of the tail sucked and sucked, before moving to Ryans other nipple. Ryans arousal seemed to drain him, as he continued to recover from his two recent meals.
The tail must have stopped sometime between then and the evening, when Ryan found himself still slumped in his kitchen chair, now shivering. Breathing heavily, he abruptly sat up, wincing at a twinge in his back. He looked around to see the tail was still up, and swinging behind him, almost tauntingly, resembling a pendulum in its actions. Ryan could tell it was hungry, and would not be patient for much longer. With difficulty, he heaved himself up, and bustled about to get the tail fed. Afterwards, he spent another few hours on the phone, with the gas company. There was no way he would be able to go out like this.
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Ryan received a grocery delivery the following morning. He hastily took the bags from the increasingly stunned delivery boy, before hastily passing him some bills and slamming the door shut.
As the aroma of food hit his nose, Ryan realized that there must have been a mistake with his order. He smelled cooked food, it smelled like chicken. Before he could assess the situation, the tail leapt forward and launched itself into the bags.
There was chicken indeed. A plump, rotisserie one. Ryan struggled to at least separate the grease-soaked meat, but the tail would have none of it. Its opening stretched quite arousingly and then slammed down, the way a snake might on a rat. With half of the chicken jammed into its opening, the tail was quick to apply its infamous suction. Ryan groaned and sunk to his knees, too exhausted to struggle. He knew that he would lose anyway.
The tail spasmed violently as it forced the remainder of the chicken into its length, bones and all. The lump was massive. Ryan shuddered, feeling simultaneously horrified and somehow excited as the chicken slowly shifted towards his heaving body.
Ohhh Ryan moaned, pushing against the waistband of his sweatpants, and allowing his hardened gender to pop right out. He squirmed feebly on the floor, pouring sweat, as the combined sensation of the lump, and the mere sight of it, left him shuddering with arousal and disgusted with himself. How had things condescended to this?
When the chicken finally reached the base of the tail, and began to push inside of him, Ryan could not hold out any longer. He exploded against the underside of his belly, splattering it with come. He collapsed to his side, his swollen belly heaving up and down, as more and more of the chicken pushed inside of him, swelling him up, stretching his belly out. Ryan could merely squirm and groan and paw at himself as he endured the abuse and euphoria. His shirt was sweat-soaked by then, both his nipples stinging. He could feel himself getting tighter and tighter, his swollen belly button bulging outwards. His body trembling, Ryan made a vague effort to get up, before everything blurred, and he collapsed back down on the floor. He could vaguely make out the tail as it dove into the remaining bags of groceries.
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God, he was getting tight.
Hours must have passed. Still sprawled on the floor, Ryan rubbed his hands up and down the swollen mound of his belly. It was getting so full, so heavy. He felt it tighten, and he groaned, glaring up at the tail as it swung above him, content as usual. He rolled his eyes and tried to catch his breath.
His chest looked more swollen than it had been before, twin mounds visibly pushing out in his shirt. They were sensitive, and arousing, and Ryan had to fight his impulse to reach up and gently rub the small mounds. As if reading his mind, the tail shot down and did it for him, leaving Ryan to grunt, his belly bobbing gently, as his chest was massaged and nipples were sucked. It was as torturous as it was wonderful. Before Ryan could stop himself, he arched his back and thrust his chest out.
When the tail finished, Ryan was quavering, but he didnt feel like he would pass out again. He struggled over the course of five minutes to heave his body off the ground. Once standing, his cupped his aching hips, then rubbed his tense back, before his hands settled on either side of his swollen belly. It grumbled, and he sighed, before waddling his way towards the kitchen.
Over the next few days, things proceeded as such. Ryan ordered groceries almost every other day, the amounts increasing rapidly, as did the tails appetite. He swelled helplessly as the tail indulged itself, almost constantly. Desperate to maintain even an iota of control over the situation, Ryan continued to order copious amounts of fruits and vegetables, fat-free puddings, jellos, and other such things. And yet, the benefit was negligible, and if anything, these foods just made him hungrier. Still, Ryan was unwilling to entirely give up.
He felt restless, constantly. His efforts to sleep left him tossing, turning, sweating, moaning, and generally thinking about food.
His chest had swollen more, and he was starting to look as though he had breasts. His nipples were still sore and erect, and there was a strange sensation of heaviness within the mounds, though Ryan hardly had the energy to be concerned.
Seated at his kitchen table that afternoon, he had to lean forward and reach out for his meal, his arms fully extended, largely due to his belly separating his body from the table with its largeness. As the tail dove into a large basket of cherry tomatoes, Ryan feebly attempted to separate some tangerine slices. Smaller foods helped to minimize the discomfort and arousal the feeding seemed to cause him. But before Ryan could get far with separating the tangerines, the tail dove in and gulped them down, skin and all. Cupping the side of his belly, Ryan breathed through it. With that, the tail returned to the tomatoes, insatiable as always.
Ryan was not getting any smaller. His size was not even stabilizing by then.
He blinked awake one morning, to see the first beams of sunlight illuminating his room. It had been one of the few occasions that he had managed to get more than a few hours of sleep. He didnt even have the opportunity to try to figure out what had roused him, before he winced, and his eyes shot down.
The tail was again playing with his chest, and presently adhered to his right nipple. Ryan tried to swat it off him, but was left ignored. As he groaned, and gazed at the bare mounds on his chest, his eyes focused on the nipple that the tail was not presently occupying. To Ryans surprise, there was some wetness directly beneath the swollen pink nub. And then, to his horror, his nipple dripped a bead of milk.
